The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-06-03

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swering her look of inquiry. 81 live
with my mother at M. She is ex-
pecting me now, or / would offer to
take you home first. Perhaps you will
stop and rest at our house / should
like to have you see my mother. She is
the most comforting woman in the
whole world"
The most comfortingP Did he, then,
at a glance, read her forlornnessP
81 will so with you," she said. "You
are kind. And am very tired"
Amy could hardly have fancied how
restful would be the ride through the
woods - borne along exultantly
through the air, instead of toiling on
foot. Her companion spoke but sell
dom; she still less. They cantered
along rapidly, and at the very edge of
the forest came upon richly-turfed
opening, that commanded in view the
circuit Of many delightful miles.
"Here we are, said Howard, as they
stopped at gate within few steps
of porch covered with climbing
roses, just beginning to show the pink
of their blossoms; and this porch was
the entrance of large, rambling, old
fashioned house, with its gables and
quaint windows overgrown with vines,
wherever they could climb.
Before Amy had time to think, an
elderly lady, with face like Towards
only more sympathetic, one would
say-had received, as her guest, ''Miss
Leigh, of Hill-farm," and led her into
one of those sort of rooms that roses,
growing outside, might look into with
out losing their bloom, the interior was
at once so sunny, and cheerful, and
fresh.
Howard said: eff you will stay
with my mother for a few moments,
Miss Leigh, l will be ready for Hill
farm. He added: 81 have a little
more packing to do, mother. l
brought over few things for Frank.
Then l am off"
"My son." explained Mrs. Glenn,
ais going canoeing for fortnight,
with friend. | supposed you OBJ
served his Knickerbocker costume;
that is but one phase of the canoeing
rig. ] have been putting up a hamper
for the first day of the journey; after
that, they will fare as it haps. But,
my child and here Mrs. Glenn's
voice changed from its cheerful brisk
ness to a low, almost caressing tone
''you look very pale. You are more
than tired. What can 1 do for you,
my dearP"
g Give me ADVICE" said Amy, i'm
pulsively. ct am in such trouble;
and there is no one to whom / can
60"
"You may confide in me,' said the
lady, gently; but added, in her own
brisk tone: "But you must mind me
first. You must rest here on the sofa
pillows-so; and let me bring you a
glass of milk"
Before Howard returned, Amy had
not only "minded' his mother with
beneficial effect, but she had told her
whole story, and had received some of
the much-needed advice.
The story was brief Amy was an
English girl, left motherless at the age
of twelve. After that time, her father,
journalist OF repute, encountered
misfortmes, and finally, with lost fort
une and broken health, embarked with
his daughter for ''the new world, !"
where bright prospects opened to him.
But he was more i'll than he had
known, and died on the voyage. One
of the passengers, Miss Hustled, of Hill
farm - herself an invalid, returning
home from long years spent abroad :
felt much pity for Amy, who had no
near relative anywhere, and not a
friend in America; and she begged her
at once to become her companion, and
accompany her to the old homestead
at L.. The Northern winter
proved too trying for the invalid, and
the kind friend whom Amy had learned
to love died early in May. Relatives
came from distance to the funeral,
and to hear the reading of the will.
Some of them came into immediate
possession of the house; and having
expressed no interest in Amy, ex-
pected her to be gone before the arri-
val of the noon train on the morrow,
when the house would receive its new
| inmates.
Miss Hustled has kindly left me by
| her viii few thousand dollars, said
Amy; 'but that must be kept to shell
ter my old age" A singularly odd
shadow crossed the girls face as she
said these words, which made her
listener bend forward and smooth the
young forehead with her motherly
hand.
'And now must. find some work,
and some place to be, = said Amy.
What can you doP'' asked Mrs.
Glenn, who really meant to give her
some practical advice.
Sewing, embroidery, little water
color painting and music-piano and
singing"
Mrs. Glenn pondered few minutes.
Then she said: Il am ready now to
| give you advice; but can not give ii
to You al at once. You must take il
| little by little, as it comes. My first
advice is that you stay and dine with
us to-day, and then | viii drive you
over to Hill-farm. / am going very
near there to spend the night with my
sister. l always feel so lonesome when
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